The autumn water flowed quietly, the bare oaks could not hold back the sassy west wind, and the Etherstein Knight's cloak and hairline were swept by the wind, but all this was not as cold as the words that came out of his mouth. When Edgar returned to the brigade, his face was as cold as a glacier, and the news from the north was like a hammer that smashed his chest. When Hughard saw that the king's face was uncertain, like a hill with deep anger, ready to collapse at any time, the English Sein did not dare to ask more, but took off his iron helmet with nose protection, and ordered the whole team in a loud voice.

Margaret was still with King Malcolm in the old royal city of Skun, and she had been trying to pass on the secret since she learned about Morai. The stakes were high, and there were so few people she could trust, that it was up to the English guard to sneak south to arrive before Edgar left York. Upon learning of Madame Gluoch's pregnancy, Edgar almost wanted to abandon the army and head north, never expecting his first child to be born.

But now that their secret has been discovered, the Count of Morais is furious and has imprisoned his sister, and Edgar's newborn son has been taken away by the Count before he has yet to be named! The king did not know how to save his lover, his sister did not know where his son was, and Edgar even remembered the baby who had been taken into the forest in the lament, and all the most terrible thoughts came to his mind. He couldn't help but lower his hand and press his sword, but now that he was surrounded by people waiting to go, Edgar could only suppress his urge to avoid being seen as a mess.

The king glanced back at the northern sky, where several crows were still flying, and these pagan birds circled in the direction of York, as if to point the way to the wanderers of the wilderness. However, for Edgar, there was no wrong way to choose at the moment, and he finally gave the order to set out, and the array of gold and iron moved with the king's banner, and the chariots and horses headed south, soon leaving the whole north behind.

On the way, King Edgar, who had calmed down a little, began to think again, but he was sad to find that although he was the king of England, there was nothing he could do about it, but he believed that Margaret, though extremely angry with his own affairs, would still do her best to help him. He was more worried about Glouoch, how desperate she must have been when she was imprisoned in a convent and her newborn child was taken away! Edgar fears that he will lose her forever, but fate has already entwined the threads, and all control is out of his hands, Edgar can't even drown in these thoughts forever, maybe he will have a battle to fight soon!

Looking at the golden leaves all over the ground along the way, Edgar couldn't help but say to Hughard beside him, "Do you have a child?" ”

The Northumbrian knight replied: "Yes, Your Majesty, I have a son, and here he is, at the service of Your Majesty. ”

"You're such a lucky person, who wouldn't want to see their children every day." Edgar's tone was somewhat sad.

"I don't dare to say that, Your Majesty, sometimes I'd rather not see his ridiculous things, but God is above, and I do love him." Even though he belittled his son, there was a look of pride on Hughed's face.

The king looked at the Northumbrian and felt a sudden pain, and he said, "The world is so impermanent, try to enjoy it while he is still around, even if you are not used to it, you might as well look at it a few more times, and who knows what tomorrow will bring?" ”

Dashed in grief, Edgar finally arrived in London, and he tried to brace himself so that no one could see through his thoughts, but as soon as he dismounted, he saw the Earl of Morca and William Mallett approaching together.

"Your Majesty, we have confirmed some news from King Philip." Count Moka said.

The king listened, and the Count of Mercia continued: "The Norman rebels were not led by the Bishop of Bayeus, but by Roger, the son of William Fitz Osborne, and Ralph of Brittany. The king said that the two men were still besieging Rouen, that reinforcements from the Count of Flanders would soon join, and that his own army would only intervene after the rebels took control of Madame Matilda and Robert. ”

King Edgar replied, "It seems that Philip does not want to support this rebellion without a name. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty, but we are still at war with the Normans, can we send troops to help?" Count Moka asked cautiously.

Edgar didn't answer the question, but asked something else: "How's going on over there in Anjou?" ”

"Your Majesty, the Duke of Normandy and the Anjou army are not fighting, and the two sides seem to be negotiating."

Edgar pondered for a moment, then commented, "It's all a bunch of foxes, and I guess Hugg, Earl of Mann, is about to be out of luck." ”

This judgment made Moka stunned, but William Mallett on the side showed a look of admiration on his face.

Edgar continued: "It seems that William will soon be able to return to Normandy, since the rebels are not the commander of Bishop Odo, they are by no means William's opponents, the Normans have been fighting under William's command for many years, and the nobles of those rebels may not have the courage to face the duke directly, not only will it be no good for us to go to Rouen, maybe it will be difficult to get out at that time." ”

"Your Majesty, and the army of the Count of Flanders." Count Mercia reminded.

"Count Robert is indeed not a weak general, but he is still almost a handsome with William, don't forget the end of the Count of Boulogne against William in the first place." Edgar didn't seem interested in continuing the discussion of the Flemish thing.

At this time, William Mallett spoke: "Your Majesty, allow me to take the liberty of reminding you that I heard that the Count of Boulogne had a falling out with the King of France not long ago, and he did not resign, and I am afraid that the Count of Flanders' march into Normandy will not be smooth sailing." ”

Edgar nodded: "William has always been old-fashioned, if he can solve the army by winning over Eustace and his son, it is estimated that he will not be stingy with conditions." ”

Count Moka was a little disappointed: "Could it be that we can't let go of this God-given opportunity?" ”

Edgar did not answer immediately, he untied the sable robe from his shoulders, handed it to the squire, and took out another letter: "This is the record of the Bishop of Ethelwyn from Winchester, and most of the ships that Harold used to harass William's back before Hastings are still in Plymouth. ”

Moka looked at the thick letter, the wax seal on which had fallen off a little, and he waited quietly for the king to continue.

Edgar held up the parchment in his hand and answered the previous question of the Count of Mercia: "I have decided to gather the militia in the west, and this time only five thousand men will be selected to cross the sea, and we will go to Brittany!" ”